onearmofhydra:

Olivia Sarkissian walked confidently through the hallways of the prison. Bodies of the warden and the guards lay in her wake. The right poison was a wonderful thing. This one was derived from spider venom and had been engineered to be absorbed through the skin. It wasn't much to put a drop on the warden and the guards as she made her way through the prison.

She came to a stop before a specific cell.

"My, how you have fallen."

weighed_down:

While he was happy to be able to walk the streets of his hometown without worrying about a Hellfire Club assassin trying to kill him, it still felt strange. By the end of the week he'd be heading for Dalla, Texas to take out Carter Howard. Damn, sweltering, hot-as-hell Texas. He had chatted with Minnie a bit, and she recommended this place for him to take some downtime before he'd have to leave. Minnie was scarce with the details but she intimated he'd enjoy the experience. He didn't really understand how a art shop was supposed to help him relax, but he trusted Minnie enough to give it a shot. Edmund sees the building, labeled Van Roehms, hmm..that sounded familiar. He shrugs and heads for the place's front desk.